Because he didn't read this blog, Mikey B drove up from San Diego to the Santa Monica Center. He didn't want to make the long drive home right away, so he sat down on the front steps and waited to see if someone would show up with a key. A second Zen student, who was new to the center, showed up and sat down silently on the steps beside him.

After fifteen minutes he asked Mikey, "Teacher, why are we meditating outside today instead of inside?'

"We weren't meditating," Mikey B said. "And I'm not a Zen teacher."

The new student, impressed by the profundity of this remark, stood up and bowed deeply to Mikey B.